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After 3 tests that made it look like positives.

i’ve never been so happy to see a blood clot and my pj pants and undies destroyed.

it’s been a rough week.

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i know if covid happened back in the 60s Dallas would’ve ignored the rules but would end up getting covid and almost die

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Dallas is jealous - Part One?

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Dallas Winston sat against the cold concrete wall of the cooler, his legs stretching out in front of him. The cuffs of his jeans revealing his worn pair of socks. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket as he stared at the familair eiling, the light flickering above him. The hum of the old lights and the muffled voices of the police officers outside barely registered in his mind. He was used to this, the odd occurrence. The door to the cell creaked opened the metal cracking, making louding creaking noise.

"I didn't do it!" the girl yelled as she was thrown into the room, turning around quickly to have the gate slammed into her face echoing in the room.

"Great..another one," he muttered under his breath, his eyes slowly drifting up towards her. His eyes widen and he sat himself up slightly seeing it was Stassy Rivers, a girl part of the River Kings gang, her older brother Danny being the leader.

Stassy was a force of nature, denim on denim, worn sneakers scuffing the floor as she kicked the bars in frustration. her denim jacket hung loose, slipping off one shoulder to reveal the plain, tight white shirt underneath. She turned her head, catching Dallas's gaze.

"Stassy?" he said, his voice bored, as if he couldn’t care less why she was there.

"Yeah, yeah," she snapped, her voice edged with irritation. "Go ahead, snitch on me to my brother, I'm sure you’ll get a gold star for it. God, my mom and dad will kill me if they find out, " she muttered under her, breathing her hand, combing through her long black hair.

To make it funny, her father was the leader leader of the gang, now "retired" to marry her mother, the love of his life, whom he met at a rumble all those years ago, her mother was a greaser.

Dallas didn't respond, his mouth twisting into a slight smirk. He wasn’t about to get involved in her family drama. That wasn't his style. Snitching? That wasn't his stle either. He preferred to stay out of everyones business-unless of course it was about him, or if it involved Johnny.

She kicked the bars again, the sound reverberating through the small space. "Vandalism," she muttered under her breath, clearly still angry. "A bunch of bullshit"

Dallas leaned back against the wall, streacthing his legs out further, "Caught stealing again," he offered lazily, his tone devoid of any emotion.

Stassy shot him a glance, "Should think of a career change if you keep getting caught"

He gave her a small smirk.

There was a silence between them, comfortable in its own way. They didn't need to talk much; both of them long learned that words weren't always necessary. He gave her glances without her noticing, but now he feels her eyes on him, studying him. She finally spoke again, her voice shifting - lighter, almost teasing.

"Guess youre pretty good at getting yourself into trouble, huh?"

Dallas's smirk widened. He didn't respond at first, letting her words settle. Instead, he stood, pushing off the wall, and took a few steps toward her. Stassy didn't flinch. she barely even moved. but Dallas knew how to close the space between them to make the air feel charged. He saw it in her eyes.

He leaned in, towering over her, trapping her between him and the wall. His hands pressed lightly against the cold metal bars, caging her in.

"Guess Im good at getting out of trouble too," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. He leaned closer, just enough that she could feel his breath on her skin.

Stassy met his gaze head-on, her expression unreadable now. Dallas wasn't used to people challenging him - especially not like this. She didn't seem intimedated by his proximity or his charm.

She reached up, her fingers brushing the collar of his jacket, following uo to his jawline. "I'll give you this, Winston," leaning in closer so close to his lips yet so far, her voice almost a whisper turning into a smirk. "You sure know how to get close"

Dallas's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure what to do. She let him get this close, she played along, she played him. Just as quickly as she'd teased him, she stopped.

Her lips curled into a small grin, one that didn’t hold any sign of fear or weakness. In fact, it was, in fact it was almost she liked that she was enjoying the way he'd let his guard down for a second.

Before Dallas could react, the door to the cooler swung open, making him step back letting her free, A man walked in. Nick. Dallas regonised him immediately. He was also a part of the River Kings gang, just a couple years older than Stassy.

"Stassy," Nick said, his voice cool and casual. You owe me big time and 20 bucks"

Stassy rolled her eyes, clearly unfazed. "See you, Winston," she said with that smirk again, as she turned her back to him.

Dallas watched, dumbfounded, as she walked past him and followed Nick out of the cooler. The door smalled shut behind them, leaving Dallas alone. For the first time, he felt something...off. Something has shifted inside him, but he couldn’t place what it was.

Minutes later, Dallas found himself released from the cooler. he took a deep drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke fill his lungs as he stepped outside, the fresh air almost too much after his confined space. he paused for a moment, the sound of a distant converstation catching his attention.

His eyes found Stassy beside a parked car, Nick leaning against it. Dallas watched as Nick pulled in Stassy, letting him kiss her. The sight was like a punch to his gut. It wasn’t jealosuy-he wasn’t the type to care about that-but there was something about the way she let him kiss her that rattled him. He didn’t know why it bothered him.

Nick got into the car as she waved him goodbye and his drove off in the opposite direction.

Dallas didn’t know why he was still standing there, watching her walk away. He took another drag, his mind racing. There was something about Stassy that got under his skin, something he couldn’t shake. Without thinking, he flicked his cigarette to the ground and started walking toward her.

"Hey, Rivers," he called out to her as he caught up to her, his voice rough from the cigarette. "Ain't he a lil old for you?"

Stassy glanced over her shoulder, an exasperated look crossing her face. "Older by two years. He's not my boyfriend"

"Two years, huh?" Dallas smirked. "Sure, that makes sense," he said with sarcasm and annoyance in his voice.

Stassy stopped in her tracks, her shoulders stiffened. The words hit a nerve, and she spun around to face him, eyes flashing with frustration. "You always get what you want, don't you?"

Without warning, she grabbed the collar of his jacket and yanked him towards her, having to push herself up to reach him, pulling him into a kiss.

It wasn't a quick, playful kiss-far from it. It was deep, hard, and relentless, like she was trying to prove something. He grabbed her by the waist. Pulling her closer, he cupped her jawline. They both could feel the anger and the raw energy behind that kiss, he demanded to stay in that moment and pay attention.

Before he had any more time to react, she pulled away, leaving him breathless. His heart was pounding in his chest, his mind racing. This is me, he thought, I dont feel things like this-ever, he tried to snap himself out of it.

Her eyes locked onto his. "See? Not my boyfriend. If he was, I wouldn't have done that. Plus, he would've given me a ride home. " she gave that smirk again.

Dallas wasn’t able to come up with a single word. He just stood there. He didn't know what to say. The kiss had thrown him, leaving him stunned. For the first time, he didn't feel like he had the upper hand. He didn't feel in control.

Stassy had managed to completely throw him off balance. And that was something Dallas Winston wasn't prepared for.

As Stassy turned and walked away further down the street, leaving him there on his own yet again. She let out a big gasp, touching her lips with her finger tips, she had thrown herself off. The entirety of the interaction with him almost killed her. She knew that wasn’t the last time she would be seeing him.

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Edit - This might turn into somewhat cruel intentions of vibes if yall up for more dalls content?

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Requests are now open for your favourite 80s & 90s characters!

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what lost boys character will i write ? comment below the story type or request!

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Steve Randle x Reader

Long / Short Story

Tension & Fluff

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The house was dark when she slipped inside, the door clicking shut behind her. Her brothers might’ve been gone for the weekend for “brotherly bonding.” With muscle memory moving on instinct, she stepped over the creaking floorboard next to the hall table, didn't let the screen door slam, held her breath, and quickly but quietly paced up the stairs.

She didn't have to do it this one time, so the porch light lit up as she stepped up onto the porch, put in her keys to unlock the door, and let the screen door slam behind her. She reached for the hall light, turning it on, then headed up the stairs to her room, ready to undress to shower when she heard a loud knock. Then another.

She damn near jumped out of her skin. The knocking on the front door was loud, like someone was trying to break in. She ran into Sodapop and Ponyboy's room and grabbed the baseball bat they had when they used to play and, of course, for use in an unlikely situation. But of course, it would happen to her when she was alone. Her heart slammed against her ribs as she slowly descended the stairs.

The door banged again. Whoever it was had gotten the screen door open and now they were trying to open the main door. Bracing herself, she raised the bat and flung the door open as she let out a scream, ready to swing the bat.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," she gasped, jumping back.

Exhaling sharply, she dropped the bat, pressing her hand to her forehead.

“What the hell?!”

Steve Randle stood on the porch, hands braced on the doorframe, chest rising and falling like he had just run a damn mile. His hair was all over the place, his shirt half-buttoned like he had barely stopped to throw it on, which made her stare briefly.

“Jesus don’t hit me!! I heard something and thought someone got in.”

The confusion turned to straight frustration.

“Yeah, it’s me! Who else would it be?!”

Steve just stared at her like his brain was struggling to catch up, looking up and down at the girl whose legs looked dirty with her old worn shorts and an oversized flannel stolen from Soda.

Steve exhaled sharply, running his hand through his hair.

“I saw the porch light on and I thought someone broke in. Why are you sneaking around?”

“Sneaking around? In my own damn house? I was out with Stassy and Tate.”

Steve’s jaw ticked. “Well, I didn't know that... Why are you out so late alone?”

She threw her arms out, “Why? And what were you going to do if I was a burglar? Take 'em on half-dressed?”

Steve opened his mouth, ready to snap back, then shut it. Instead of answering, his tongue swiped over his bottom lip, and his eyes lingered on her for a bit too long.

“Listen, I thought you were someone else. I'm glad you're okay and got home safe.”

Her attitude shifted with a weak smile. “Thanks... I’m fine. I said I'd stay here. I'm already around my brothers enough. Thanks, really. I'm fine, I was just going to go to bed. I'll see you around tomorrow?” She leaned against the porch, ready to close it, but something in her mind was hoping for something, though she didn't know what.

He stopped her from closing the door.

“I... I don't feel right leaving you here alone, especially at night.”

“Steve, I'll be—”

He didn't let her finish her sentence, shaking his head like he had already made up his mind.

“I'm not going to leave you alone at night.”

He took no notice of her stubbornness.

“Okay, fine.” She let him in, closing and locking the door. “You're sleeping on the couch, though, Steve.”

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Upstairs, the water pounded against the tile, steam fogging up the mirror as she stood under the hot stream, trying to clear her head. She tilted her face up, letting the water wash over her, but it wasn’t enough to stop the image of him from creeping back into her thoughts.

His voice, low and rough, still rang in her ears. “I don’t feel right leavin’ you here by yourself.”

She didn’t need him to worry. She’d been fine on her own plenty of times before. But the way he looked at her, his hair a wild mess and his chest heaving like he’d just run to her rescue—it stuck in her head in a way she couldn’t quite shake.

And that stupid shirt. Half-buttoned, clinging to his shoulders just enough to show the lines of his chest, the faint glint of moonlight catching on his skin. She groaned, pressing her palms against her face. Why the hell did he have to look like that?

Meanwhile, Steve stood in her room, his hands shoved into his pockets as he stared at her desk. He hadn’t meant to wander in—it just sort of happened. The sound of the shower echoed faintly down the hall, but his eyes were glued to the pictures scattered across the surface.

Her with her friends—laughing, carefree. Her brothers, caught mid-wrestle, grinning like idiots. The gang, leaning against their cars like they had all the time in the world.

But then there were the ones tucked further back. Her parents. His chest ached as he stared at the worn edges of the frame, the weight of their absence settling over him like a heavy blanket.

And then he saw it.

The picture hit him like a punch to the gut. The lake. Last summer. Her soaked to the bone, laughing as she swatted him with a towel. His grip tightened around the edges of the photo, his breath catching as the memory flooded back—the way her laugh rang out over the water, her hair wild and half-undone. She looked so damn happy and—

Stop it, his brain snapped. Soda’s sister. His best friend’s twin sister. The thought terrified him. Falling for her isn't the problem, it is the fact he know he is falling for his best friend's sister, and he couldn’t risk losing his best friend over this, but here I am he thought.

The sound of the water shutting off jolted him, and he placed the photo back quickly, stepping out of the room before she could catch him.

Their relationship had always been filled with unspoken moments. As the years passed, Steve and she couldn’t help but notice subtle changes in each other. It started innocuously enough: a lingering glance, a shy smile, a fleeting touch. They grew up together, their lives intertwined with the familiarity of shared experiences and mutual friends. However, as they matured, so did their awareness of one another.

Their eyes would meet across the room, and what once were casual looks became loaded with unspoken thoughts and emotions. These moments seemed to stretch time, a silent conversation that neither dared to voice. A smile from Steve would make her heart flutter, and she couldn’t quite understand why. Her laughter would resonate in Steve’s mind long after she had left. These small, seemingly insignificant gestures carried more weight than either was willing to acknowledge. Accidental brushes of the hand or shoulder would send a jolt through them, a reminder of the growing tension between them. They would pull away quickly, afraid that lingering too long might betray their burgeoning feelings.

As they grew older, their physical appearances and personalities evolved. Steve noticed the way her hair shimmered in the sunlight, the way her laughter had matured into something more melodic. She saw how Steve’s once-boyish features had sharpened into a more rugged, handsome look, and his quiet confidence had solidified. The realization that they saw each other differently now was both exciting and terrifying. The familiarity of their childhood camaraderie was slowly being overshadowed by a deeper, more complex attraction. Yet, neither wanted to disrupt the fragile balance by acknowledging it aloud.

She came down the stairs a little while later, her hair still damp, clinging to the edges of Darry’s oversized shirt. Steve glanced up from the couch, his heart giving an unsteady lurch as she crossed her arms, fixing him with a sharp look.

“Were you in my room?” she asked.

Steve blinked, sitting up straighter. “No. Why?”

“Stop lying,” she shot back, narrowing her eyes. “Your cologne stunk it all up.”

His jaw clenched, his mouth opening to argue, but he stopped himself. Instead, he let out a small huff, running a hand through his hair. “You’re imagining things.”

“Sure,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Just stay out of my stuff, Randle."

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The quiet of the house was suffocating, wrapping around her like a heavy blanket as she lay sprawled across her bed. Sleep wasn’t happening—not with her mind replaying every second of their exchange at the door, every flicker of emotion in his voice, every unspoken thing that lingered in the air between them.

She thought maybe a glass of water or a late-night snack would help, something to ground her and pull her out of her head. But when she turned the corner into the kitchen, she almost smacked straight into him.

“Jesus, Steve!” she gasped, clutching the edge of the counter to steady herself.

He blinked down at her, equally startled, though he recovered quickly, a sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Sorry. Didn’t think anyone else was awake.”

“You scared the hell out of me,” she muttered, brushing her hair back from her face. Her eyes flicked to the glass of water in his hand then to his bare chest. “Midnight thirst?”

“Something like that.” He leaned against the counter, his gaze steady on her as she moved past him to the sink. The faint moonlight spilling through the window caught the damp waves of her hair, the oversized shirt that hid her frame, and the soft shadows under her eyes. She looked... different like this. Softer. And it tugged at something deep in his chest.

“You couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice low, more out of respect for the quiet than anything else.

She shook her head, filling a glass with water. “Too much on my mind.”

“Same.” His eyes drifted over her for a beat too long, and he quickly busied himself with the glass in his hand, tipping it back for a long sip, turning to face him as she leaned against the counter.

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy—like both of them had too much to say but no idea where to start. She traced the rim of her glass with her finger, her gaze dropping briefly to the floor before flicking back to him. To his damn chest then his face.

“You know,” she said finally, her tone lighter now, “I half-expected to find you knocked out on the couch, snoring loud enough to wake the neighbours.”

He smirked. “I don’t snore.”

“Sure you don’t.” Her smile widened as she took a sip of water, hiding it behind the glass.

Steve watched her, the corners of his mouth twitching into a faint grin. She had this way of lighting up a room without even trying, and it drove him crazy—how easy it was to forget all the reasons he wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

“So,” he said, setting his empty glass on the counter and crossing his arms. “What’s keeping you up?”

She shrugged, her smile faltering slightly. “Just... stuff. You know. Life.”

He nodded, his gaze softening. “Yeah. I get that.”

For a moment, they stood there in the quiet, the kitchen bathed in pale light. And maybe it was the hour, or the way her shoulders relaxed just enough to let the walls around her drop, but Steve felt the words slip out before he could stop them.

“You know you don’t have to do it all on your own, right?”

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and there it was again—that warmth, that ache, that unspoken thing neither of them dared to name.

“Do what on my own?”

“This, with your parents...your folks gone...you shouldn’t be thinking of staying on your own.”

“I’m fine, it doesn’t bother me. My brothers went off on their own, they didn’t want me there, and I don’t care. At this stage, I only care for Stassy and Tate—and they only-”

“I care. Isn’t that enough?”

His chest tightened, and he had to fight the urge to reach out, to touch her arm, her hand, anything to reassure her. Instead, he settled for a faint smile, his voice quiet.

Her breath hitched, but she covered it quickly, pushing off the counter with a small shake of her head. “You’re full of surprises tonight, Randle.”

“Yeah, well,” he said with a smirk, stepping back to let her pass, “don’t get used to it.”

She rolled her eyes, the smile tugging at her lips again as she left the kitchen. “Goodnight, Steve.”

“Goodnight,” he murmured, watching her go.

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She tossed and turned, the sheets tangling around her legs as her mind refused to quiet down. Every word he’d said replayed in her head, looping endlessly. “Because I care. Isn’t that enough?” The way he looked at her, like she was the only thing in the world that mattered in that moment—it was maddening.

And then there was the way he stood in the kitchen, so calm and steady, like he wasn’t the reason her heart was racing. Like he didn’t know how much space he took up in her head. He’s my brothers’ best friend, she reminded herself, over and over, but it didn’t help. Not when the memory of his crooked grin and the warmth in his eyes kept creeping back in.

She groaned, sitting up and running a hand through her hair. This was ridiculous. She needed answers—needed to know why he was really here, why he couldn’t just leave her alone. Before she could talk herself out of it, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and marched to the door.

But when she yanked it open, he was already there.

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Steve stood in the hallway, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he stared at her closed door. He’d been pacing for what felt like hours, trying to shake the restless energy that had settled in his chest. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

The way she looked at him in the kitchen, her damp hair curling over her shoulders, her lips curving into that faint, teasing smile. The way she called him out, so sharp and confident, like she wasn’t the reason his heart was pounding. She’s my best friend’s sister, he told himself again, but the words were starting to lose their weight.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He needed to say something, to clear the air before he drove himself insane. But just as he raised his hand to knock, the door swung open.

And there she was.

They froze, staring at each other in the dim light of the hallway. Her eyes searched his, her expression a mix of frustration and something softer, something that made his chest tighten. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, she stepped closer.

“Why are you really here, Steve?” she asked, her voice quiet but steady.

His breath hitched, and for a moment, he couldn’t find the words. Because the truth was written all over his face. “Because it’s you. Because I can’t stay away.” he kissed her. It wasn’t gentle—it was raw, desperate, like he’d been holding back for too long and couldn’t stop himself anymore.

She stiffened for a moment, her hands pressing against his chest as if to push him away. But then her arms wrapped around his neck, and she pulled him closer, her lips crashing back against his as she kicked the door shut behind them.

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Her back hit the wall, the cool surface grounding her for a fleeting second before everything else melted away. His lips were on hers, firm and unrelenting, his hands gripping her waist like he was afraid she might slip away.

Her breath came in short gasps between kisses, her hands instinctively clutching at his shoulders as if to steady herself as he moved to her neck. But there was no steadying the storm inside her, no controlling the rush of heat and electricity coursing through her veins.

He’s my brothers’ best friend. The thought echoed faintly in the back of her mind, like a stubborn reminder of why this was wrong. Why she couldn’t—why she shouldn’t. But then his hands slid around her, lifting her off the ground with ease, and all logic seemed to crumble.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as she held on, her thoughts spiralling. He doesn’t have to know. The words felt like a betrayal and a lifeline all at once, her heart warring with her head in a way that made her stomach twist.

Steve didn’t trust himself to think. Thinking was dangerous—thinking meant doubt, hesitation, remembering all the reasons why this shouldn’t be happening. Why he shouldn’t be doing this.

She’s Soda’s sister, my best friend’s sister. The phrase rang loud in his mind, a warning bell he’d been ignoring since the moment she opened the door. But the way she felt in his arms—the way she looked at him like he was the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth—it was enough to break him.

Her legs tightened around him pressing against her more with small gasps from them both between kisses to her neck and collar bone . Her body fitting against his like it was meant to be there. Her hair brushed against his face, damp and soft, and the scent of her—faint shampoo and something uniquely her gasps the way her hands were all around him—threatened to undo him completely.

Stop thinking, he told himself.

He was warm, like it still carried the heat from his skin, and the faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air around her. She hesitated, her breath catching as she stared at it, her thoughts spiralling. She shivered as he kissed up her neck slowly and softly down to her collar bone.

This is Steve. My brothers’ best friend. This is wrong.

But even as the thought crossed her mind, her grip tightened on his hair, her nails brushing against his back, by his reaction she knew he liked it. It felt too personal, too intimate, like holding a piece of him she wasn’t supposed to have. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to let go. She couldn’t stop the way her breath hitched when his lips found hers again, deeper this time, like he was pouring every unspoken word into the kiss.

Her oversized shirt slipped slightly off one shoulder, but she barely noticed, too caught up in the way his hands framed her face, steady and sure, like he was grounding her and losing himself all at once. The world outside the room felt distant, unimportant—there was only this moment, only him.

His hands stilled under the fabric of her oversized shirt, his breath catching as he looked at her. She met his gaze, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with his, and for a moment, the world outside the room seemed to disappear.

Then, with a quiet resolve, she let her feet back down on the ground letting the shirt slip from her shoulders, the soft fabric fall at her feet. The moonlight streaming through the window cast a faint glow over her, and Steve’s heart stopped.

He didn’t move, didn’t speak, his eyes tracing her like he was seeing her for the first time. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them. His hands wandered around, going back to kissing up her neck. Her gripping his hair making him wild.

Her breath hitched, her hands finding his bare shoulders, his touch was everywhere, steadying herself as her voice came out in a whisper. “Steve…”

The sound of his name on her lips was enough to undo him. His hands found her waist again, pulling her closer as he kissed her, slow and deep, like he was trying to memorize every second.

Her whispered “yes” echoed in his ears, soft but certain, and it was all the permission he needed.

His hands tightened gently on her waist, thumbs brushing against her skin as he pulled her closer. His mind was a tangled mess, thoughts clashing and incoherent—except for one.

She’s my best friend’s sister. Ah, fuck it. His jeans hit the floor, fell at his feet as he stood before her, breath uneven, searching her face. Her eyes skimmed his body, slow and sure. She didn’t look away. Didn’t falter. The quiet confidence in her gaze sent a rush of heat through him. His hands found her waist again, pulling her in as he kissed her, deeper this time—pouring every unspoken word into the space between them. The rest of the world blurred, fading behind the sound of their breaths, the steady thrum of his heartbeat in his ears.

Her hands slid up his shoulders, fingers threading into his hair as she leaned into him. She jumped back into him wrapping her legs around him again. Her skin against his was intoxicating, and he couldn’t stop the way his hands moved—tracing the curve of her back, guiding her toward the bed.

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When the back of her knees met the edge. He cupped her face, thumb brushing softly against her cheek as he leaned down, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Tell me to stop.” His words were rough but steady. “If you want me to, just say it.”

She shook her head, voice soft but firm. “I want you.”

That was all he needed.

He kissed her again, slower this time, savouring the way she melted into him. His hands moved carefully, reverently, as if afraid to break the moment. And as they sank into the bed together, the world outside the room ceased to exist.

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Trying out mood board aesthetics for my potentially new book -

4 people get the movie roles of thier dreams and you've guessed it...the movie is a smash box hit and their lifes change forever.

Using the pics for face cards for now 🫶

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Me at 3am writing out the draft idea for my story before i forget it and finishing my assignment at the same time.

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I tried creating images for my characters to see what they would look like - close enough lol - i used up all my coins trying to describe em waahhh

Characters in my story at the moment not all of them -

Reed

Maverick

Verity

Sam

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Y/n - Why did you crack your phone, Soda?

Steve - He placed last on Dress to Impress.

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I just know Darry would have me and Ponyboy at the table doing math homework crying writing our answers with our tears while he shouts -

"WHAT IS 8 TIMES 9?!"

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Tim👊 - Come here lemme buy you a drink 😆😘

Dally🥰 - Awh shit how do you delete this

Y/N🧚‍♀️- Leave him alone guys..

Evie 🧜‍♀️- Wowza.

Steve🚗 - EVIE GET OFF🤬

Angela 💅- Y/n you were harsh on him

Dally 🥰- WHAT?

Y/N 🧚‍♀️- ANGELA😲

Angela💅 - JOKING! 🤣

Tim 👊- ANGELA GET OFF🤬

Johnny 🔪- Dallas get out of my bathroom right now....🤨

[beldamdoll]

The Outsiders groupchat - Y/N and her brothers

Orphans

Ponyboy🐴 - Soda tell y/n to unblock me?

Sodapop🥤 - @Y/n unblock Ponyboy.

Y/N🧚‍♀️ - No.

Sodapop🥤 - k

Ponyboy🐴 - omg i really didn’t know it was your diary

Darry 💪- Y/n talk to your brother.

Y/N🧚‍♀️ - Ok x

Sodapop 🥤- I'm going to the store does anyone want anything?

Darry 💪- No thanks.

Y/N 🧚‍♀️- Can you get me a surprise?

Sodapop 🥤 -Girl, just come with me. I'll get you outside the dingo.

Ponyboy🐴 - Can I come?

Y/N has gone offline

Sodapop has gone offline

Ponyboy🐴 - ):

[beldamdoll]

The Shadows of Santa Carla is now live on Wattpad and Ao3!

I will be post the story on here as well but i’m afraid it might get too long but let me know if you’d like to see it on here!

I am doing a different approach on this in my own version so i do hope you enjoy it!

xoxo ~ beldam

[beldamdoll]

TLB -

PART ONE the-shadow-of-santa-carla

(Squeal to TLB but my own backstory version and alternate reality)

The Shadows of Santa Carla

Chapter One

Welcome Home

As the bus ride to Santa Carla was finally coming to an end, Maverick and Verity laying on the leather peeling seats hot from the sun shining through the dusty cracked windows opposite of each other. Verity petting her cat Wednesday and Maverick just staring the roof of the bus with the occasional smile as Wednesday bounced back and fourth between them dragging her collar along as Verity didn’t want her walking off in fear of losing her.

“What’s that smell?”

Maverick rises up with a sour look on his face pushing up his glasses looking out the window. Verity giving a small sniff rising up to meet Maverick still looking out the window.

“The fresh ocean air, bon fires, and possible weed” Verity giving one more sniff.

“Smells like someone died...” Looking back at his sister scoffing with a smile.

Verity kneeling behind Maverick balancing her hands on his shoulders as they approach the sign with the colour soaked up by the sun.

“Wait what does that say?” Verity squints taking Mavericks glasses putting them on her playfully.

Murder Capital of the World spray painted on the back of the sign in larger capital letters in red making it stand out.

“Nice...we will be dead by the end of the week tops”. Verity laughs.

“Shut up Verity...so I guess this is our home now” he squeezes her hands tightly laughing.

“I guess it is”

Still looking out the window as the sign got further away with Wednesday giving a cute sneeze as if she smelled the air too.

Finally arriving at the station hopping off the bus Maverick helping Verity with her belongings all their live in a bag and suitcases.

“Verity! Maverick!” A voices calls out with a tall man waving smiling wearing dark shaded sunglasses with baggy jeans, a tank top with an open flannel over it.

They smile as he gives them a hug each.

“Who is this?” He questions looking at Wednesday the black cat.

“Wednesday, Verity likes to pet stray animals that probably have 10 diseases but couldn’t let this one go” Maverick giving an amused grin poking fun at her.

“Well, welcome to Santa Carla Wednesday” Reed smirks scratching her head.

“He's awfully cheerful..” Verity remarks to Maverick making sure Reed doesn’t hear her.

“Don't start V, please give this a try..” Maverick sighs nearly begging Verity.

Taking the suitcase from Verity walking them to his truck giving a free spirited vibe getting in the truck with Maverick in the front and Verity in the back with it sputtering at he started it so much they were thinking the engine is about to blow. There was a brief pause of awkwardness -

“Umm, listen I am really sorry about your mom-“

“It's ok…”

“Yeah it’s fine”

They quickly say at once looking away Verity fidgeting at her black painted nails and Maverick looking out the window. Reed getting the hint they don’t want to talk about it clearing his throat.

“You two are going to love it here, I promise, there’s a fun fair, hardly rains, so much stuff kids your age can do…how old are you two again…? 16? 17? Reed giving an excited and wild vibe, Reed being not much older than Verity and Maverick being 23, taking them in as their guardian until they are 18. He was deemed fit to take them in as upon Mavericks and Verity’s mothers request and suitable as he has a good income and background.

“17” Verity nods.

“Is it true?” Maverick asks with no other context.

“What’s true?” Reed questions side eyeing him.

“That this place is Murder Capital of the World?” Verity’s eyes widen now interested in what he has to say.

Reeds face turning bright red for a second hesitant thinking of what kind of answer to give he stammers -

“No- I mean...yeah a few people have gone missing-“

“Missing?” Verity jumps up getting in between the seats close to Reed with Mavericks surprised look across his face.

“Did, used too, -not anymore for a long time but there’s stories and exaggerated stories, you’ll love it here I live on the boardwalk right above a record store which I own, coolest store in town great vibes” He tells fixing his sunglasses and sounding impressed. Which Maverick and Verity are impressed.

“Maybe it wont be so bad huh V?” Maverick looks back at his sister giving her a warm smile. Not saying anything Verity gives a warm smile back nodding, looking out the window taking in the new view of her home.

Finally Reed pulls into a car space just beside the boardwalk. Verity and Maverick taking in their new surroundings, it feels so lively and chaotic, this is during the day, how will it be at night? Making out the record store in the distance looking up at the windows where their new home awaits. Verity and Maverick feeling strange as they could feel the eyes burning on them by the locals who sat outside their own businesses or passing by.

“What’s their problem?” Maverick whispers to Verity looking back at them with the same expression.

“I don’t know maybe they are used to new people moving in?” Verity shrugs her shoulders pulls her sunglasses down looking at the locals still staring.

“Here we are” Reed halts suddenly having Maverick and Verity almost trip over their own feet.

“This isn’t bad as what I was expecting it to be”- Maverick eyes widen as he accidently says it out loud making Verity giggle.

“ I try to keep her pretty” he smiles unlocking the door to a narrow staircase.

“Can’t wait to walk up this drunk” Verity whispers to Maverick which makes him laugh out loud again.

“Don’t walk down it drunk” Reed smiles.

Maverick following Reed up the stairs and asking questions about what to do around here and other nonsensical questions.

“Verity! Come help unpack I ain't doing your stuff!” Mavericks voice calls.

Reaching the top of the stairs behind her brother to a narrow hallway the door opening to a much larger and expected apartment. It was an open floor with the kitchen and living area, slightly messy with a bookshelf next to the couch and the coffee table with old take out cups and more books, in front a TV that looks brand new, vintage yet tasteful furniture’s and up to date stereo, the air smelling of tobacco yet a fresh smell as the small balcony opened up with a view on the beach.

“How does he afford all of this?” Maverick whispers to Verity as the look around, Verity’s finger tips gently skipping through the books and vinyl’s. In complete awe with the apartment, their new home.

“Welcome Home” Reed drops the final bag on the ground. “Now sorry for the bad news, it’s used to be one big room but divided up into two rooms so it might be smaller.

Maverick and Verity didn’t mind sharing a room. Back when their mother was in hospital while they were alone at night without anyone there, they would sleep in the same room together so neither of them would get nightmares. When one of then gets scared, they would immediately get the feeling one another is afraid and would come in before they call their name. Of course, privacy will get annoying eventually.

The door making a small creaak sound as Maverick opened his room, spacious with a window you could walk out of, an old small double bed and with old oak drawers, floors with a classic style and the walls with plain paint meaning plenty of room for improvement and to add to his taste, picturing how it will look once he is done. He knew he is going to love this room, apartment and new life.

Now Verity opening her door with the same creaak sound. Her eyes widening at first glance, wow she thought to herself. Admiring the classic floors and bed, swiping her fingers over the oak drawers wiping the dust off. Pulling the net curtains to the side to the window opening it wide. Walking out onto the lower roof that looks out onto the boardwalk with the stores below. Taking in the fresh air, soaking up the hot sun with the wind, her long black hair dancing with the breeze that blows.

“Hello there” Mavericks voice calls out behind. Looking at his sister as he climbs out of his own window.

“We could do something with this, maybe few yard chairs. Oh there’s a comic bookstore nice!” he points.

Patting him on the back walking back to her window, “Come on I’m beat, we’ll go later, I'm going to run to that convenience store for a smoke and drink you coming?”

“Nah, I need a shower save me one tho” he declines walking back to his own window with her Wednesday on his bed making herself comfortable asleep.

“Suit yourself” shutting the window.

Verity standing at the front door leaning against the wall in the right spot where the shade covers her eyes, smoking a long needed cigarette chugging down her water she had been craving. Looking around her to take in her new surroundings seeing the comic book store that Maverick pointed to earlier and standing outside, a guy outside looking at her with a dog then quickly looking away. Tall, dirty blonde hair with sunglasses on blocking his eyes but it was obvious he was looking at her smoking a cigarette of his own. Wearing a wide washed out black and grey shoulder tank top that showed off his tattoos with a band logo and washed out jeans. Hearing his name being called now knowing his name is Sam, he drops his cigarette and looks one more time as Verity makes eye contact with him taking off her own sunglasses scrunching her nose.

What's his problem?

[beldamdoll]

The Lost Boys -

The Shadow of Santa Carla

Prologue

As the sun began its decent, casting a warm glow over the familiar streets of their hometown, Verity and Maverick Blackwood stand side by side, their hearts heavy with grief. The echoes of their mothers laughter still linger in the air, a bittersweet reminder of the life they are leaving behind. With only each other now they only trust. With one last look at the house that holds a lifetime of memories, they turn towards the unknown path that awaits them in Santa Carla.

Back in the heart of Santa Carla where shadows dance with secrets still hidden and the night whispers of forgotten tales unaware of the darkness beginning to lurk once again. Sam, Edgar and Alan embark on their new life that is clouding their vision to the dangers that lie ahead.

Santa Carla is notorious for their rumours and stories. With its gruesome and fearful reputation the damned town still attracting tourists. Santa Carla being cursed for many years and could be cursed for many more. What lies beneath the town would be oblivious and just legends to others, are reality for others. The town had evil within it shadows lurking about and pray for the people who disturb it.